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Book-To-Movie: ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’

Credit: Wikimedia Commons I apologise for posting outside our regular post-day which is late Saturday night/early Sunday morning. However, I got behind on several things last week and so had to postpone the post to today.  I’ve been a reader of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes books ever since I was 11. What I’ve always liked so much about the series is that, like a good horror story, the stories often take place in dark settings and involve bizarre cases. Conan Doyle’s novel, “The Hound of the Baskervilles”, definitely contains these elements. It’s a detective story that crosses over into the gothic horror genre. Several movie adaptations of the novel have been made that go as far back as a 1915 German silent film. In 1959 Hammer Studios released a version starring Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee. As much as I’m a fan of the Hammer horror films, I have not seen that one yet. The only one that I’ve seen so far is the 1939 adaptation starring that other big name in classic Bri

The Blogger was Out and Under for 2 Weeks

Credit: Pixabay I apologise for missing posting the last two weeks but yours truly was out and under during that time. That is as in under the weather and not necessarily unconscious, although he was that a few times too. I was in the hospital for nearly two weeks and wasn’t discharged until a week ago this past Friday.  It was the first of the month when I had went into the hospital. It was near or just after the witching hour when I went to the kitchen to get some ice peach tea. After taking two sips I became really nauseated so I walked to my bedroom to lie down. Before I could make it to the bed I collapsed onto a bag of books on the floor. I called 9-1-1. Sometime between then and when I got home almost two weeks later, I learned that Frankenstein’s Monster partly saved me from my fall. The Doritos/Pepsi cardboard cut-out ad of Universal’s classic monster is still leaning, partly bent, in the corner of my room where I fell. I think I can smooth it back into its original form; the